Roller D.i.s.c.o

On Saturday I went and did something I never thought I would do: I went to the Roller Disco at the Vauxhall Renaissance Rooms.   Why the extreme aversion?  well, when I was younger I went roller blading and fell over and hurt my (ample) posterior.  That began my life-long hatred for all things roller.   Twelve years later I decided to give it another go.   The Renaissance Rooms are down the end of a back-alley located near a main road, not too impressive so far.   But when you enter the unimposing doors you are hit with the neon and bright lights of the bars and tons of brightly coloured, 80's outfitted, liqueured-up girls and guys.   Fabulous.   We queued up, handed in our shoes and got our massive, clunking roller skates.   Somehow I got my skates on and stood up (hard with absolutely no recognition of the break bit at the front!)  I could not move.   My hand was grabbed and I was dragged to the bar, where I held on for dear life (drama drama).   To cut a long story short, I sprained my thumb after trying to get up a second time, so, being a wimp, with absolutely no pain threshold whatsoever, I decided enough was enough, after an epic ten minutes.  For the next five hours I managed pretty unhurt, although I did sprain my ankle, falling off my five inchers ... but that is an easy price to pay for fabulous shoes ...

London Fashion Week: the celebs!

For those of you who are interested (and indeed for those of you who are not ...), the celebrities I spotted at LFW 2011 were (in alphabetical order, not in order of appearance):


Boy George, thinner than he looks in photos, and seemed rather self-concious, even though he was one of the more conservatively dressed people in the throng, and that is saying something, as he was wearing full make-up and a top hat with a bandanna underneath ...

Ellie Goulding looking a lovely 'normal' size, i.e. not ten-foot tall and not rake-thin

Erin O'Connor, Mortitia Adams-Gothic and exquisitely striking.   My new favourite model

Nicola Roberts, teeny tiny, ashen white with, I'm afraid to say, my friends her gnashers on show (I was glad to see them in real life!)   She had a big buzz around her, and had loads of minders and entourage.   She is one cool chick

Paloma Faith at the Ashish show, wearing a sequined, union jack dress and graffiti jacket, made by Ashish himself.   Although it was an outfit heavily panned by 'what not to wear' types, she looked amazing

Pandemonia, the new 'it' girl (guy?) in the fashion world, should also be mentioned.   You may have read about her (him) because she (he) comes to events dressed entirely in latex, with only eye and breathing holes.   I saw her (him) walking around in the baking heat, and really, really felt sorry for her (him), this will not be pretty to take off, no siree

The last month or so ...

Deary me! It has been a while since my last post.   This is because I have been caught up working.   Yes, working.

Firstly, I had an incredible time interning for four weeks at delicious. magazine where the small-knit team made me feel welcome instantly.   I was given quite a bit of writing copy and subbing to do, which was not only a great honour ('really? you want me to do this?! yippeeee!'), but also thoroughly enjoyable (check out 'What's in Season' in the current issue, out now in all supermarkets and newsagents).   I also wrote the November e-newsletter, and got to grips with CMS, which, is actually quite similar to the format of writing a blog, so, although infuriating and seemingly complicated at times, I did get the hang of it quite quickly.   I was sad to leave, and, armed with some chicken and salad (there is lots of food to sample at delicious.) I said my goodbyes and thanks.    

I then jumped into the fashion world, and became an 'op girl' at London Fashion Week where I guarded the Buyers Lounge (and its accompanying coffee machine and plate of pastries) with my life.   One of my responsibilities was to make coffee for the buyers, so I made roughly 500 espressos a day for the top bananas in the fashion world.   About half way through I was asked if I was fed up of doing this, but I really wasn't: I liked having my own little area to organise and I took pride in ensuring the buyers' comfort.   The compliments they left me with at the end of the week were truly heartening - I must have been doing something right!  

Two superb experiences, where I met wonderful people, who had the time, energy and patience to share some of their wisdom and work with me, whilst working at the top of their game.   Inspirational.